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“I am the Chieftain of my band of robbers," was the bold reply
"Where is your father?"
“He is old and past his prime now, therefore, I bid him rest in our hideout."
“Will you take me to him?"
The young man looked at the old King with an amused glint in his eye and then said “Why not? Follow me.”
The King stood face to face with his old enemy. Pointing towards the youth he asked, “Whose son is he?"
“He's mine."
“You claim he is your son, but I have a strange instinctive feeling that he is mine."
“And who are you?"
“I am the King of Vaishali.”
The old chieftain cast down his eyes and for some moments did not speak. Then in a voice choked with
